Black Lahu Village

The village (and we) wake early.  Babies cry to be fed, dogs bark, cocks crow, pigs grunt and at first light there is the rhythmic sound of rice being pounded by the women.

First chore of the day, feeding the pigs.  Sows and their young are everywhere, living in compounds under the raised huts.  The first time one has to answer a nighttime call of nature and steps down into a litter of piglets who then wake up the whole village is an experience not  to be missed, or repeated if one can help it.

This particular village  did not have  many western visitors and we were as interesting to them as they were to us.  Here one of the villagers  scrutinizes our group.

Smoker, around an evening campfire.